the life and times
story book of my tragedy
the wrong and rights
chronicles of my blasphemy
they hear these words and pick them apart
turning them over from ending to start
but you hear these words and you know what i say
come to me now as i sing them today
together we'll walk hand in hand
together, against them we can stand
and i don't think one of them knows
what it's like to be broken
hiding the tears in your eyes
with words soft spoken
the stars are out tonight
but i'd rather stay inside
and be broken with you
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